Michael wakes from his nap in the Inn, the sensation of his arm being torn off the night before still fresh in his mind. He sits up and scribbles a quick note after thinking about his hair and the potential risk it brings.

Dear friends.

I have thought about changing some of my looks, starting with my hair. I have decided to go to Applevale to find a barber if one still exists there, I ask that if anyone already has plans on going to allow me to come along with them.